Nation: The Man Who Killed Oswald

Despite the low quality of talent that he employed in his scruffy
striptease emporium on Dallas' Commerce Street, Jack Ruby
claimedoften and loudthat he loved "class."

At the moment that the President of the U.S. was gunned down, Ruby, a
fleshy, balding bachelor of 52, was sitting at a desk in the display
advertising department of the Dallas Morning News, working on an
advertisement designed to promote the outstanding virtues of his
droop-bosomed Carousel Club strippers. Someone came in with the news of
the assassination.